Loved by a Spy

[zydrate]

((looking for a detailed male RPer to write this with me. Send me a response via private message. Thanks))

The idea of another week of touring was taking it's toll on Rebecca Madden. These past few months happened almost in a whirlwind of instant celebrity status. It seemed like a dream, but like all dreams, reality had to kick in. Managers and recording labels fighting with each other, wanting more money, more from the band but also, more from Rebecca.

Well, one more week and then she would be able to go on a much needed break.

It was a funny thing to think of it like that. Like she was thinking before, years before, she had been a struggling singer, barely making ends meet while in NY. Of all places. But still, she had a place to stay and food to eat. Not much of both but she was surviving.

Now, she had a penthouse near Central Park, a maid and someone to watch after her daughter while she was away.

Her daughter. Andrea. Only 4 years old and the only reason Rebecca worked so hard. She wanted a good life for her child..at least a lot better than Rebecca ever had in life. She could give her that much since she couldn't give her a father.

No. The sad fact was that her child was the result of a one night stand with a stranger. Thomas Whitney. Well, at least that was the name he had given Rebecca when they met that one faithful night after one of her shows. It seemed odd too, Thomas didn't seem the sort of person to hang out in that type of club. But still, he fit in. He was so handsome that Rebecca fell for him instantly. He was cool and collected. He had a 'don't fuck with me' attitude exuding from him.

He was tall too, at least 6'4" to Rebecca's 5'6" frame. He wasn't over muscled but nor was his scrawny. Lean and moved liked a cat.

There had been no one since him.

 

[Lordmikel]

"Bryce," shouted the little man. Course to the 6'4 man, everyone looked little. "Pick up the rest of the equipment."

As Roadie, Bryce's job was to move the equipment around and help the band get set up, and take orders from short men like this who think they know what they are doing.

In truth, Bryce knew a lot, but not that much. While he had been on the job for 6 weeks, the job for him wasn't roadie. He was actually working under cover. There has been quite a lot of drugs getting smuggled and he was tasked with figuring out from where and how.

As he moved one of the larger speakers he saw from the posters who was playing, Rebecca Madden. He met her a few years ago, also while undercover. Even though it was completely against protocol, he spent a passionate night with her. Kissing along all of her body, he saw she had gotten a few new tattoos, he wondered where else she put them.

He had to make a point of avoiding her, because if she made him, well things might be go bad. But it was a big place, what was the likelihood and bumping into her.

 

[zydrate]

"Becca, come on! The press wants to talk with you.." Rebecca's manager called out as he tried to follow his star client.

Rebecca wasn't haven't any of it. She knew how much time it took to do a press interview. She wanted to get home. This was her last show for a few weeks and then she'd be off again. Time off was rare and she wanted to spend the rest of the week with her daughter Andi. She deserved it, damnit.

"Forget it! I'm tired and besides, there's not much to talk about right now. I just want to go home." She said over her shoulder as she pushed her way through where the band was dismantling their equipment and getting help from the roadies.

A few regarded her and gave her a smile, others were too busy taking things down. She paid no mind to anyone as she almost made it to the back door when her manager grabbed her by her arm, "Come on Rebecca, it's in your contract!"

 

[Lordmikel]

Bryce was so close. He was talking with a few other roadies. He was sure he was on the way in which would then mean he would be on his way out and doing something different.

Then he saw her storming in, her manager right behind her. Becca. He was talking with two other roadies who were about to reveal everything when they entered. They both got nervous and agitated and quickly went back to work.

Bryce quickly did what he could and picked up a large bass drum to hide his face behind.